"She said that she would dance with me if I broughther red roses,"cried the young Student;"but in all mygarden there is no red rose."
From her nest in the holmoaktree the Nightingaleheard him, and she looked out through the leaves, andwondered.
"No red rose in all my garden!"he cried, and hisbeautiful eyes filled with tears."Ah, on what little thingsdoes happiness depend! I have read all that the wise menhave written, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine,yet for want of a red rose is my life made wretched."